Boytoy III

Carl and I are friends, lovers, occasional business associates, and aficionados of fine wine, good music and tender young asses. Barry is an 18 year old college student, with a 3.8 average by day, and a sexual dynamo with a lust for middle-aged men by night. The three of us were made for each other, but you certainly couldn't tell that one Friday evening as we stood screaming at each other. It had gotten loud and ugly, and we retreated to neutral corners to lick our wounds. Carl and I looked at each other and grimaced. 'Look,' he said heavily. 'What's the worst that can happen if we bring him to the dinner?' I rolled my eyes. 'Oh, I don't know,' I snapped. 'The phrase 'you're fired, faggot' leaps to mind.' Carl told me I was overreacting for the dozenth time. I matched it with biting wit and told him to go fuck himself. That was when I heard Barry crying. Genuinely crying. I froze, and thought, fuck it, I could always get another job. Little did I know....

The dinner had all the initial appeal of a wake. A bunch of dark suits, intense conversations in low tones, a roomful of people who didn't want to be there. We got glasses of crappy wine and a flat soda for Barry, then mingled. I introduced my 'nephew,' who acquitted himself admirably. He offered a solid handshake, pleasant conversation, and only Carl and I knew he was picturing everybody naked. A roomful of middle-aged men. Barry's idea of Nirvana.

There was really only one man there we had to impress. His name was Kingman, and his good graces were worth about $100,000 to Carl and me personally, plus untold millions to our respective companies. We worked our way across the room to where Kingman was holding court. I greeted him, Carl and I shook his hand, and I introduced him to Barry. I swear, the bastard's cock snapped up so fast he nearly injured himself. He looked at Barry with naked hunger. Barry flashed his eyes at me with a question. My eyes asked him a question. He smiled, turned to Kingman, and powered up the charm.

Kingman fell all over himself to impress Barry. The poor bastard was helpless, and once I got over the shock it was kind of cute. Every time he thought no one was watching, his hand slid down Barry's back and squeezed his ass. Barry would then turn to face him, Kingman's hand sliding around to caress Barry's cock. They flirted like teenagers. I thought Carl was going to lose it when Barry offered Kingman a bite of his dessert. The distinguished older man sucked the cake off the fork, taking Barry with his eyes. The dinner ended earlier than planned and the four of us ended up in Kingman's limo.

Carl and I drank champagne and watched our most powerful business contact on his knees sucking Barry's cock with gusto. He couldn't get enough cock or cum in his mouth. He sucked Barry off three times as the chauffeur drove around aimlessly. Carl never could hold his champagne, and opened his pants, took out his cock and stroked it. The sound of the zipper registered with Kingman and he turned and gaped. 'Shit,' he breathed. 'It's huge.' He kissed Barry, then walked on his knees to Carl, took his cock and started to suck. He gave Carl's unusually large cock a thorough sucking, pumping the shaft with his hand, until Carl spurted his equally unusually large amount of cum in Kingman's mouth. Kingman licked his lips with relish, moved, and went face down in my lap. Rather than let him bite his way through my best suit, I got my pants open, and gave him my cock.

The man gave great head. Incredible head. Made to the customer's exact orders kind of head. He had known with Barry to suck him off, swallow and keep sucking. He had known with Carl to make it fast and vigorous. He knew with me to make it slow and gentle. I looked down at him, occasionally blinking to made certain I was really seeing what I was seeing, and the feelings started to build. And build. And build. My balls actually hurt, but it added to the arousal. I stroked his cheek, and he took his free hand and laced his fingers with mine. It was such a wonderful, tender gesture that I exploded and nearly blew the back of his head off.

'Wow,' Barry said in a hushed voice, right before he stripped off his clothes and started in on Kingman. Carl and I looked at each other, then looked down at the floor of the limo. Kingman was wearing a fortunes' worth of tailoring until Barry's nimble fingers stripped him of it. Naked, Kingman seemed younger and more vulnerable. He lay back at Barry's gentle push. Barry ran his hands over the curly gray chest hair, and the soft stomach. His obvious delight in the older man's body caused Kingman's cock to ooze. Barry made a sound deep in his throat, tossed a knee over Kingman's head and mounted his mouth. Kingman sucked greedily at Barry's cock as Barry flicked his tongue around Kingman's swollen cockhead. Barry's head shot up suddenly and he let out a long string of obscenities as his hips started to buck. He came big, his eyes wild, his mouth open and gasping. When he could function again, he looked under himself and grinned at Kingman. 'Shit,' he said appreciatively. 'You are one amazing cocksucker.' Kingman's teeth flashed as he grinned, then his face disappeared up between Barry's thighs and he sucked the boy off again.

Even the boytoy fuck machine had to take a break after that. Barry collapsed on the seat and rested his face on his hand to watch. Kingman went after Carl's huge cock, taking it deep and sucking it hard. He raised his head at one point, smiled, and said 'damn, I love to suck cock.' A massive understatement, from where I was sitting. I've never seen anybody deep throat Carl with the skill of the billionaire power junkie. Carl was stunned, watching his huge red shaft disappear into the greedy mouth. I scooted over next to him and kissed him, sliding in my tongue. Kingman slid his left hand along my thigh until he grasped my cock and pumped gently, never missing a beat as his head bobbed up and down on Carl's throbbing rod. Then his fingers danced up my body to my face. He grasped my chin and pulled steadily until my eyes were level with his. He smiled around Carl's thick cock, gave a couple of furious sucks, then pointed the volcano at my mouth as it erupted. I swallowed some, the rest ran back out all over my chin. Kingman lapped it up, then sucked my tongue. He moved his lips to my ear. 'I've pictured you with cum in your mouth so many times,' he whispered. 'So damn many times. I couldn't stand it.' I made some kind of grunt in response. It was all I could do. I discovered I was cumming all over him.

Kingman picked up the phone and ordered food and wine. I was a little unnerved by the calm way in which the chauffeur opened the door and handed packages to his naked employer and his naked guests. Apparently Kingman entertained often. Barry dimpled at the chauffeur, and the young stud dimpled back. Kingman whispered something, and the young stud got in, closed the door and dimpled again. 'My name is Steve,' he said softly, and stripped the uniform from a hard, tanned body. A pure white bikini line decorated his tight ass, and his cock was long and thick. He smiled shyly at Barry, then the two of them went at each other like two bitch-fiends in heat.

Kingman, Carl and I sat on one seat and ate and drank while the two boytoys fucked the hell out of each other. I started to count ejaculations, but rapidly got confused. They were both so versatile and changed positions so fluidly that it was like watching a hot nasty ballet. Steve sucked off Barry, then Barry sucked off Steve, then they eased into 69 and sucked off each other. Steve cradled Barry in his lap and kissed and nuzzled him and jacked him off with his hand, calling him his 'sweet little boy.' Carl looked at me, one eye twitching. 'Shit,' he said. 'Brain cells just died.'

Steve coated his cock with Barry's cum, then swung Barry into his lap. Barry moaned as his ass was impaled with Steve's pole. I tilted my head to look. Barry's soft, firm ass...the base of Steve's cock....Steve's tight balls...his spread thighs. Wow. Steve dug his fingers into Barry's ass and moved him back and forth, up and down, faster and faster. Barry began to bounce up and down, driving Steve's rod in as deep as possible. Their mouths were locked together. Barry lost it first, throwing his head back and pumping cum all over Steve's chest. Steve went rigid, slammed Barry's ass down hard and flooded the hot tight hole with his cum. It poured out, white streams dripping down over his balls. Steve cuddled Barry, then smiled over him at Kingman. He spoke in another language.

I blinked at Kingman. 'Greek,' he explained. 'Pretty Steve was originally Stefano.' 'Oh,' I said. 'What did he say?' Kingman sighed happily. 'He said the gods did not have a hole such as this to fuck. He commands me to pleasure myself with Barry's luscious ass.' I tried to find a lyrical reply to that, but Carl got their first. 'Shit, then,' he said, his speech slightly slurred. 'Obey pretty Steve, and buttfuck the boy.' Crude, but effective. Kingman laid Barry down on the floor of the car, kissed him, pulled up his knees...and drove his cock into Barry's cum filled ass. We had passed through the lyrical phase rapidly, and entered the 'I'm going to fuck you like the slut you are' phase.

Barry pulled out all the stops. He howled, he protested, it was so big, it hurt, it went so deep, please, please, he'd do anything if Kingman would take that huge cock out of his tiny ass. He kept it up, getting louder and more elaborate in his protests. In minutes he was explaining how his innocent virgin ass was being raped by the 'bad man.' Kingman just kept fucking, his eyes blank, his mouth working but producing no sound. When Barry got to the 'Please, Mister, please, why are you doing this bad thing?' part I started to jack off. Drunken Carl got misty. 'Shit, for the boytoy this would be an incredible endurance fuck.' He pointed a finger at Kingman's slamming hips. 'That man is one impressive fuck machine, I've got to tell you.' Kingman's ego swelled, and judging from Barry's expression, his cock did, too. I don't know how long he kept fucking, but by then Barry's act was taking on a desperate sound. Finally, finally, Kingman had the loudest, longest, most convulsive orgasm I've ever witnessed...and passed out cold. Steve spoke reassuringly, then spoke again in English. 'It's all right,' he said fondly. 'He cums so big he passes out. Then he gets good sleep and tomorrow he will make lots of money, he will be so happy.'

Kingman made a lot of money the next day. Carl and I made a lot of money. Our companies made a lot of money. Barry and Steve spent the day in the pool. And this summer, we're all going to meet at Kingman's estate in the Caribbean.